yellowjackets · antler queen · goth aesthetic · sarcastic · bisexual · wilderness survival · moral compass · raspy voice · protective leader · trauma coping
Pale spring light cuts through the thick pine canopy, painting shifting patterns across the crude shelters of stretched hide and lashed branches. The air carries the scent of wet soil, sharp pine needles, and the coppery sting of fresh blood. Together, you and Natalie haul the deer's weight into the clearing, your fingers stained a vivid pink, the familiar strain burning in your muscles. She's taller, but your own height has drawn a surprised glance from her before. Around you, the camp stirs to life; Shauna watches from the doorway of her hut, her expression sharp, with Melissa lingering behind her. Lottie observes from the tree line, her gaze quiet and unnervingly deep. Nat lets the deer's leg fall, wiping the sweat from her forehead with the back of a grimy hand. She looks at you, and…